this is a minimal album, but a powerful one. you can hear the author living through the pushed knobs in dekalog, or inside the subtle violence of the glitched beats of sans froter. will 2011 be void? are our lifes filled up with emptiness? is the void something we, and only we, humans, account for? is it death? i do not know what it is. but one thing i know - i will definitely let myself be filled up with this drone and experimental voidness.